Saturday, October 24, 2009

Vacation Update

Days home: 7

Number of Chipotle visits: 1 - Not acceptable. Will be working on this number.

Trips to Target: 1

Mall expeditions: 1 - More than enough for one vacation...

Tourist-y type stuff: Went to the Harley Museum, big thumbs up. The Warhol exhibit at the art museum, nothing special. Saw Where the Wild Things Are on the IMAX screen - gave me nightmares.

High school friends seen: 6 (plus 3 babies, and 4 children)

Ex-boyfriends run into: 2

Money spent: Surprisingly little considering the Target trip.

Number of times I've been up before 9am: ZERO! 

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Oh, what a laugh riot that will be!

Dear Japan,
What the hell is wrong with you? This is your idea of a fun prank? A sniper attack? Seriously?

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

I’m a gun toting Alaskan!

That’s right, I am now armed so don’t fu*k with me. Do you hear that, mice?! I bought a Remington 870 12-gague shotgun and I swear to God, if I see anymore mice I am going to start shooting. Ok, not really, but I am going to freak out. Last week I caught my first mouse and poisoned bombed the shit out of the rest of them. I don’t even care if they die in the wall and stink up the place, I just want those creepy little bastards to die. I can proudly say that I was able to deal with the dead mouse without too much screaming and gagging but it was just one of what I am assuming are many. Anyway, I haven’t seen any in a few days – or heard them in the walls for that matter – so maybe they are gone? Fingers crossed.

Back to my gun. It’s awesome. And scary. I didn’t grow up around guns. And I don’t hunt yet, so I am really not used to having a gun sitting around in my house. I don’t have any ammo, and I keep a safety lock on it, but it is still weird. I am trying to work my way up to duck hunting.

Step one: deal with a dead mouse. Check.
Step two: learn how to shoot. I joined trap again this year so I am working on that one.
Step three: watch someone else actually shoot a duck to see if I think I can handle it. Check. I haven’t actually gone yet, but the plans have been made. We’ll see.

I just can’t keep eating meat if I am not willing to be part of the food cycle. I don’t want to be one of those people that watch Food, Inc. and preaches to other people about how messed up the food industry is, but doesn't change anything about the way I get food. So, maybe next year, I will get a hunting license. Maybe.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Wedding Bells

Jim and Pam make me want to get married.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Mouse in the house

There is a mouse in my house. Probably mice plural, but I don’t want to think about that. Now, I have no problem with mice when they are outside or in a barn or tormenting elephants, but when they are in my house it is not cool. I put out some live traps, but those damn mice are smart little suckers and they didn’t work. So, now they must die. I have snap traps and poison creating mine fields throughout my entire apartment. And I am still getting nothing. I am not excited about dealing with a dead mouse, but I would much rather suck it up and deal with a trap then to live in constant fear of a mouse running out from under my bed and making me shriek like this dude.

Monday, October 05, 2009

I plan on getting Maui'd and Lei'd.

I'm going to Maui!! God, I love PFD sales.

Saturday, October 03, 2009